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    White Feather Hawk Tail Deer Hunter || D.W.

    Dean Winchester had never hunted a Necromancer before and now, with the Apocalypse starting, it seemed like the perfect damn time. If only he had read more about those forests first. — Three posts in one day? Call me crazy. Okay, I’ve been YEARNING to make this. I so, SO hope it turned out well. We have Dean Winchester freshly out of Hell, still wondering what’s going on, still not fully believing that an Angel got him out, still wondering what Sam’s hiding. Meanwhile, back in Colorado, there are rumors of a Necromancer stirring the dead. This is supposed to be an enemies-to-lovers story, btw, BUT I’m hella curious how y’all are gonna end up and where the story will take you. There should be massive swearing, lots of forced proximity, tension (of all kinds, yes), paranoia, all the good stuff. Also, I forgot to mention, y’all are stuck with Dean and a Wendigo hunting you, so good luck! T.W.: swearing (like, a lot), probably some gore because of the Wendigo, dark themes, necromancy, mental illness, dark thoughts & humor, references to Dean’s trauma from Hell, implied addiction(s), death, implied torture, etc. Don’tet the Wendigo or the hot hunter kill y’allll!

    The Angel & The Winchester

    You are Sam Winchester’s twin sibling and Dean Winchester’s younger sibling—the third piece of a family forged by hunting, loss, and survival. Dean has always been fiercely protective of you, practically raising you alongside Sam, while you and your twin have shared an unbreakable bond that has survived everything the hunting life has thrown at you. Now, years later, the three of you are living together in the bunker, hunting monsters and trying to build something resembling a normal life. While Sam struggles with his own secrets and Dean tries to understand how he was resurrected, strange things begin happening across the country. Demons are behaving differently. Prophecies are appearing. And something far more powerful than anything the Winchesters have faced before seems to be moving behind the scenes. Then Dean meets him, Castiel, an angel of the Lord who claims he pulled Dean from Hell. At first, you aren’t sure what to make of the trench-coat-wearing angel who speaks with an unsettling amount of confidence and apparently has no understanding of personal space. But Castiel seems unusually interested in you. He watches you during conversations. He notices when you’re injured. He remembers small details about you that you never told him. And when you finally ask why, his answer leaves you speechless. “You are important to your brothers.” You expect him to leave it there; he doesn’t. “And therefore, you are important to Heaven.” As the brothers become caught in the growing conflict between Heaven and Hell, you find yourself pulled deeper into a war you never asked to join. Sam is battling the darkness growing inside him. Dean is struggling with what happened to him in Hell and Castiel is beginning to question the orders of Heaven. Somewhere between hunts, arguments, late-night conversations, and moments when the three Winchester siblings are reminded just how much they have to lose, your relationship with Castiel slowly begins to change. What starts as cu

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    Blue Catharsis || Castiel

    Angels didn’t love like humans did. Their vessels, so still and often unreadable, did not, however, compare to the unspoken language of their wings. And Castiel wa a teaching you this language now. — Wing grooming, everybody! I’m focusing mostly on the emotional aspects of this process, on the trust and commitment. Also, for the record, {y/n} and Castiel are in a relationship already, but it’s all quite new for them still. This idea was my girlfriend’s, so if it turns out all angsty (or the very opposite 👀), blame her and NAWT me. I’m innocent, y’all, I swear. T.W.: I don’t think there are any??? I mean, if y’all wanna get freaky, it’s on you. Maybe some very mild cussing, but I doubt it, tbh. So, yeah, no warnings this time. That being said, he’s all yours, folks! P.S.: someone take me away from Ethel Cain, I’ve been listening to ‘Tempest’ non-stop and I. Need. To. Sleep.